The Eyes

The Promise

-Viktor-

I was standing at the kitchen table. It was the first room you walked into entering the house. I knew Grandmother would be home soon. I don't know where she went, but I'd demand it from her. She had my Eye and I wanted it back. I would stop at nothing to get it back. My body longed to hold it once again, stare into the pure green. It hurt to be separate from its magnificence. I needed it like I needed oxygen to survive.

The door opening pulled me away from my pained thoughts. I turned my attention to the person who walked in. Grandmother stood, staring at me with cold, hazel eyes. "What are you doing, Viktor?" she asked in a steely voice.

I stared back at her, just as coldly. "Where is the Eye? I know it's not with you. I don't feel it."

She raised her chin as if belittling me. "I have it put away safely."

My mind raced at where she could put it. She always left late at night and stayed out for long periods of time. I never knew where she went, nor did I ever think to follow her. I realized she must have put it in the location she leaves to for so long. "Where?" I snapped. My patience was wearing thin.

She laughed, but it lacked any humor. It was hollow sounding. "Why would I tell you such a thing?"

I lunged at her, wrapping my hands around her neck. I glared into her blank eyes as I pushed her against the wall, making decorative plates shatter on the floor. Then something dawned on me. Her scent was strongly of human. "Vincent." Her expression changed, only for millisecond, but I had seen it. That's all I needed to know it was true. "You dare to help a weak half-blood?" I screamed at her.

She shoved me away with ease and scoffed. "Do you forget that you two at the same mother?"

I snarled, stumbling to a halt. "I refuse that!"

She stepped closer to me, pointing a finger at my chest. "You two where in the same womb at the same time, you filthy leach," she said with a new harshness in her voice that I've never heard before.

I smacked her hand away from me and tightened my fists. "Shut up!"

"You are a half-blood just like him," she whispered. The quietness made chills run up my spine and I ground my teeth.

"The strength of the demons chose me! It ignored him!" I reasoned. I couldn't be a half-blood if all the power chose me instead of Vincent.

Grandmother looked at me with disgust. "Your mother was still human. You have just as much human blood as he does." And with her final verbal blow, she turned right around and left me.

I sank to a chair at the table and stared with unseeing eyes at the wall. I wasn't half-blood. I couldn't be. I looked down at my hands. I was so much stronger than Vincent. He held no demon blood. But I knew what he did have: The Eye. I knew the Girl was also with him. I could get the Eye that was stolen from me, the other Eye, and kill Vincent all in one trip. Then once I had the powers of both eyes, I would have enough strength to kill Grandmother.

I stood and walked steadily to the door. I would find Vincent in the city. I could find him and kill him, then I'd find the Girl. I would have everything I've ever wanted. I swore I would find him. It was a promise to myself I refused to be hollow. The promise that would change my whole life.